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"
All
right
,
Gary
,
let
’
s
say
tomorrow
after
the
reading
.
"
"
I
’
m
going
to
take
you
to
see
the
poetry
coordinator
now
.
He
has
everything
organized
.
He
’
ll
show
you
where
you
’
re
staying
and
so
forth
.
His
name
is
Marshall
Benchly
and
don
’
t
tell
him
I
told
you
but
I
hate
his
guts
.
"
We
drove
along
and
then
we
saw
Marshall
Benchly
standing
in
front
of
a
brownstone
.
There
was
no
parking
.
He
leaped
in
the
car
and
Gary
drove
off
Benchly
looked
like
a
poet
,
a
private
-
income
poet
who
had
never
worked
for
a
living
;
it
showed
.
He
was
affected
and
bland
,
a
pebble
.
"
We
’
ll
take
you
to
your
place
,
"
he
said
.
He
proudly
recited
a
long
list
of
people
who
had
stayed
at
my
hotel
.
Some
of
the
names
I
recognized
,
others
I
didn
’
t
.
Gary
drove
into
the
unloading
zone
in
front
of
the
Chelsea
Hotel
.
We
got
out
.
Gary
said
,
"
See
you
at
the
reading
.
And
see
you
tomorrow
.
"
Marshall
took
us
inside
and
we
went
up
to
the
desk
clerk
.
The
Chelsea
certainly
wasn
’
t
much
,
maybe
that
’
s
where
it
got
its
charm
.
Marshall
turned
and
handed
me
the
key
.
"
It
’
s
Room
1010
,
Janis
Joplin
’
s
old
room
.
"
